Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out Of The Ghetto, artist - Sheek Louch. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Out Of The Ghetto |
| I’m sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar |
| I’m trying to get a dollar in the ghetto |
| Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder |
| Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto |
| Jonnie, yeah, I finally got my benjamins money back |
| Shades on, sitting in my coupe is jet black |
| Shorty I ask that, I drove with them thugs and them gunshots |
| My mama had no choice was surrounded by crack spots |
| (I love you, ma) |
| … these canaries and black rocks, |
| Drop tops flying on the alley way |
| Him on my ride side, black and white chain on |
| Africa… never giving nothing, always have to go and get it, go get it |
| Bandana on my face, Yankee fit it |
| So now you understand where I’m coming from |
| That’s why I get back, you have to respect this, respect that |
| I’m down on my knees praying I tell him that |
| I’m sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar |
| I’m trying to get a dollar in the ghetto |
| Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder |
| Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto |
| Yeah, I’m a ghetto boy,. |
| like bush with the scar face |
| Speeding, you would think I’m in a car chase |
| … 40 out the crack window, this is no game DS Nintendo |
| I’m from the building where we live… car washes |
| I’m the topic throw your apples in your Macintosh |
| Where you get your feet wet at, no galoshes |
| They say she gonna fire, her prognosis |
| Am I wrong for wanting more money more choose? |
| Am I wrong for wanting less stress less fools? |
| Down on my knees, I know I ain’t angel, but I’m… so let me in please |
| I’m sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar |
| I’m trying to get a dollar in the ghetto |
| Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder |
| Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto |
| Yeah, and now I throw that money at them girls in the pole |
| I’m nice now so they say that I’ll be bribing with soul |
| But you don’t know about the roaches crawling out of the bowl |
| No lunch meat just butter put on a roll |
| Yeah, police wanna follow in force |
| They say I’m going fast cause they hear their exhaust |
| Yeah, down on my knees, safety on my glock |
| I’m asking God to forgive me please |
| I’m sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar |
| I’m trying to get a dollar in the ghetto |
| Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder |
| Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto. |